Luyện nghe bài hát Get 'Em Daddy [Remix]

See the problem is I ain't goin
Can shoot at me, can at me
your best shot (this is the remix)
Suck a dick no
DipSet, remix, go!

[Hell
My is novocaine, my bars is hurricanes (Katrina)
I got cain, mac in the melon range
Hop out and shells
I wanna see these niggaz die die, make they mom feel hell-a
around like I got a broom in my pants
Na that's a fuckin' A-K, tool in my pants, damn
Man these cowards better stay in they
And if they ain't the picture, it ain't in the frame
VVS's stay in my chain (bling) in my ring (There they go)
You must of wrote your will already if sayin our names
Hell Rell, Mr. Ruger Ruger, I'm a shooter
You hung with the you double dutch or hoola-hooper
Hop skip and jumpin, block clickin and
Glock clickin and dumpin, the mighty

[J.R.
Listen I'm quite known, nice chrome, a niggaz
Ya sight blown, Right-o, my white glitter
Left hand bling, the right one
Stallion, medallion, a ice cold
The stone flipper
white tone, nights home, getting' rid of the weight like lipo mister
This sicker
That ain't crackin' ya pimp, you got a rat as a friend like on Thriller
This ain't nothing to me, a at its best
No could impress, man I'm crack right out the jets
You indirect
But it's lookin like a movie
How they sendin all these damn at the set

[Jim
It goes get 'em (Goonies)
Soul niggaz they and flabby, (they washed up)
Young fly rich and every with me pack heat, (we ballin)
Somebody snappin at me, (watch me)
I know I got the F.B.I. sick of me
The the jewels and how we buy exquisite V's
get ya brains fried to a fricassee
My vest and my heater, breath of reefer
And ya boy stay fly like he was for Easter
The big Pachorte, the heavy
Packin 4-4 court to drop on expressway
Its Byrdgang we fly high
And chart the G-4 we get in the sky

I'm Hulk Hogan, Randy Savage, Bob
Paul Akin, ha ha, who they they car jackin
You dump and a dump, I and I slump
mad my car's like an elephant, the trunk in the front
See ya dude react, Hud six threw me back, a few clapped
But I ate those, shits is Scooby Snacks
I see stars, I'm a G pa
Threw the Lam' in 6th, to the E.R.
Had to it hot
like Pac I know it's set up
Them old niggaz know I'm bout to they spot
no A.B. - I.O.U.
Y.B. get 'em up in I.C.U.
I see you at the BP, shot 'em off G.P.
Guns from VA, PA, to D.C.
D.O.A. if you up on my P.C.
C-74 switched 'em to P.C.
Chuck D, we the '06 P.E.
me why, I'm in the '06 G.T.
All about G's B, we the B.G.
Gang Dipset, D.I.P. see
Like KRS-One, the B.D.P.
You wanna the crew, then you must see me, flee
(Get 'em Daddy) Got 'em mommy, you my Bonnie
I'm Batman with the pump, Johnny Johnny
(Get 'em Daddy) smile, don't act funny style
In one ear, yeah, 220 thou'